Unable to evade, Teng Zhang's dharmic power and devilish qi surged within him like towering waves. The muscles in his forward-braced right leg bulged high in an instant as he prepared to forcibly take Li Yan's strike.
At the same time, Teng Zhang quietly and swiftly drew back his left foot, leaving behind an afterimage. As a master of close combat, how could he have been thinking only of receiving his opponent's blow?
After taking this strike, Teng Zhang knew he might be injured, but he would also use the impact to unleash a reverse-killing move of his own.
Close-quarters combat changed in the blink of an eye. One should never think of matching one move against one move. Once an offensive began, it became a series of deadly rapid strikes that slipped through every crack!
It sounded slow, but it happened fast.
Bang!
As that silver figure brought down a heavy elbow, Teng Zhang swiftly raised both arms, clashing with Li Yan for the third time.
Black and silver light intertwined once more, and another muffled boom rang out from their exchange. Yet this time, the two masses of light did not enter a brief stalemate.
Almost at the instant they collided, the black light below suddenly flared brilliantly, and the silver radiance pressing down from above was abruptly hurled away.
While that mass of silver light was still in the air, it dispersed, revealing Li Yan's figure beneath his Grey Mask.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
His feet tapped the void in rapid succession. Each time a sole came down, a lotus-like blossom of light erupted beneath it. Only after Li Yan had retreated more than ten steps did his backward momentum finally stop.
Because he wore the Grey Mask, no one could see the change in Li Yan's expression.